Before Night Falls Page #4

Pepe, we've got the Bronte|sisters in the back-seat.

Look at them.

Lezama is a Catholic;|Virgilio is an atheist.

So what do they|have in common

besides being faggots?

Lezama doesn't type,|he writes everything by hand.

Something you|wouldn't understand

It's called|intellectual honesty.

I don't understand!

Well, if you took the time|to actually read their books,

maybe you'd have something|intelligent to say about it.

Oye,|look at this.

Give him the cigarettes.

Oye, guapo!

Maricones!

Mariquita! Mariquita!

Hazle comer|el mojn de caballo!

Coo! Qu es eso?

Qu pasa ahora?

Oye, welcome to our picnic,|compaero.

Tranquilo,|no te muevas de all.

- What do you want?|- Shut up.

What do I want?

I want Carlos first|to frisk this guy.

Why him?

See if he's got a weapon.

He's not even dressed.

What's your name?

My name?

Franz Kafka.

You're funny.

You think I'm ignorant?

Let's see how|ignorant you are.

Ever heard of a summer camp|called La Isla de la Juventud?

No, then maybe|you can tell me...

when was the last time|you took it up your ass?

The last time?

Oh, I don't remember.

You don't remember?

But, I remember|the last time you did.

When was that?

Maybe the last time|you bent over

to tie your boots?

Est bien,|lo ves, no?

Est bien, est bien.

Do you have a cigarette?

Yes, I have a cigarette.

There was also a sexual|revolution going on

that came along with excitement|of the official revolution-

but the drums of militarism|were still trying to beat down

the rhythm of poetry and life.

When I wasn't at my job|at the library,

or guard duty,|or attending rallies,

there were three|wonderful things

that I enjoyed|in the 60's:

my typewriter, at which I sat|like a dedicated performer

sitting at his piano;

the youth of those days,

when everyone was ready|to break free;

and lastly, the full discovery|of the sea.

Did you ever notice there|are four categories of gays?

Really?

Really.

Which are they?

Well, the first one|is the dog collar gay-

He's loud,

shows off that|he's gay,

there's no limit|to his sexual voracity,

therefore he's constantly|being arrested.

The system has created|a permanent collar

around his neck,

so they can|hook him up

and take him to|a rehabilitation camp

like a Valparaso.

Two is the common gay.

He's made his commitments|with other gays,

has a job, film clubs,

likes to sip tea|with his friends,

writes a poem|now and then,

only has relations|with other gays,

never takes a risk,

and never gets|to know a real man.

The third one,

the closet gay,|okay,

nobody knows|he is gay.

He's married,|has children,

hides on his way|to the bathroom,

still wearing the ring|that his wife gave him.

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